Mothers
A soft machine,
a mother.
A snapshot of milk that'll last forever.
An alarm's gone off.
All the unknown liquids that'll sink into this sweater.
where hidden forces pull stone flowers together.
A dysmorphic organism, who's making things better.
A framework to hold worlds as light as a feather.
A force to be reckoned with- baking pies, checking the weather.
Soft, daunting machines- mothers!
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